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Love & Fornication in Paris

Love & Fornication in Paris

Love & Fornication in Paris

I am a 36 years old married woman and a mother of two from Nairobi, Kenya.
My husband is working for an international aid organisation in Somalia and he is away for two months in a month. As he was in Somalia for five consecutive months I had to take our children, a boy of 11 years and a girl of 6, with me to France, the land of love, Paris to be precise. I was so much excited to come to this great country.
Upon arrival we were accommodated by his company in a hotel and I started my search for a place to rent for us. But the rents were sky high. A 100 m2 flat in a good location was asking for 1,500 Euros. I did not have enough money. We lived in the hotel for two weeks and then moved to a small rented flat. It was not in a good neighbourhood but we could cope.
It was the end of August when we moved in and the kids had to start school. The schools were in September, and that was too far. I thought I should look for a temporary job and save some money for our living. I asked around and was given a lead on a local day care centre that had vacancies for helpers. I applied and was accepted. It was a part time job. I would work for three hours in the morning and then get free to look after the kids.
The pay was not so good but it helped a little. After a few days the pay was increased to 10 Euros an hour. But the owner, a French guy, was a bit strange. He kept staring at me and touching me unnecessarily. But I did not take it serious. One day, he was alone in the office and he started telling me how beautiful I was and how he was fascinated by me. I was uncomfortable but I did not want to lose my job. So I tried to ignore him.
One evening I was leaving and he offered to drop me home. I refused saying I could go with the bus. He said it was a nice evening and the bus was slow and full of people. He was right about the bus. I took his offer. On the way, he told me how he had travelled in Africa. He loved the black women there. He asked me if I had any girlfriends. I told him I did not.
He parked the car outside my building and invited himself up. I refused, but he insisted. So we went up. He started touching me and kissing me. He had his hand under my blouse. He unhooked my bra and his hands were fondling my breast. I tried to push him away but he was stronger. He tore my blouse off and pulled my skirt off. I was now naked. I was so scared. My heart was pounding. He then pushed me on the couch and forced my legs apart. He climbed on me and penetrated me. He fucked me again and again. He did it four times. Then he got up and left, promising to return. I was devastated. I was crying.
He was true to his word. The next day he called and said he would come and pick me. I did not want to go, but what could I do? If I refused he could fire me. And how would I survive in this expensive city with no money and my husband away? So I had to go. He drove me home again and forced his way into my apartment. He did not bother taking off my clothes. He just ripped them off and fucked me.
He came back every evening and did the same thing. After a week, he started sending me home by taxi. He did not come with me, but sent me the bills and deducted them from my salary. This continued for a month. Every day he would fuck me three times and sometimes four. In October, he gave me an envelope containing 1,000 Euros and told me he would not need me anymore. My services were not needed. He was not coming back.
I was in shock. That was a lot of money. Why would he give me such a large amount? I asked him, but he did not say anything. He just kissed me on the cheek and walked out.
I decided to stop working. I stayed at home for a week. Then I went job hunting again. This time, I was lucky. I found a job as a cleaner in a big supermarket. They offered me 12 Euros an hour, but they also promised to give me extra hours during Christmas.
My new employer was a French guy. His name was Jean. He was very friendly and always smiling. He would give me instructions, then smile and say ‘please’. That was a nice change. But, after a while, he also started making advances at me. I was not surprised. I was prepared. So, when he invited me to his office and told me he wanted to have sex with me, I was ready. I just told him, ‘Yes, I would love to’.
He was stunned. He did not expect me to agree. He just stared at me, unable to believe what I had just said. I just smiled and nodded. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked. ‘Yes, I am sure’ I replied.
‘Okay. Good. That is good’ he said, his face breaking into a huge smile.
‘I finish at eight’ I told him. ‘Come to my house’ he replied. He gave me the address and told me to take a taxi and wait for him.
‘I have no money’ I told him. ‘I can’t afford a taxi’.
‘No problem. I will pay’ he said, grinning. ‘I will pay’.
When I got home, the kids were asleep. I put them to bed and waited. At 8:30, the taxi arrived. I left the kids alone and went downstairs.
We went to his house and he took me to his bedroom. He undressed and started kissing me. He was gentle and caring. He asked me if I liked what he was doing. ‘Yes, I like it’ I told him. ‘Do you want me to do more?’
‘Yes, please do more’ I said.
He kissed me again, and started fondling my breasts. His hands travelled down to my crotch and he started playing with my pussy. His fingers entered my hole and he started rubbing my clit. I was getting wet. I moaned softly.
He continued to rub my clit. He inserted his middle finger inside me and moved it in and out. I was dripping wet. He pushed his middle finger deeper inside me and continued to finger fuck me. I could feel my orgasm approaching. I was breathing hard.
He bent down and started sucking my clit. I moaned louder. I could not believe how good it felt. It was the first time a man had ever done this to me. He was sucking and licking my clit while his finger fucked me.
I could feel my orgasm approaching. My heart was racing. My body was tingling. I could feel the wave of pleasure building up. My muscles tightened. My toes curled. My hips bucked. My body convulsed. My mouth opened. My breath quickened. My eyes rolled back. My hands clenched. My nails dug into my palms.
And then it hit me. The waves of pleasure swept over me. I cried out. My body shook. My hips bucked. My pussy spasmed. My juices flowed.
Jean continued to suck and lick my clit. He was driving me crazy. I was in heaven. I had never felt anything like this before. It was so intense. It was so wonderful. I had never felt this much pleasure before.
He continued to eat my pussy. I could not take it anymore. I begged him to stop. But he would not. He kept sucking and licking. I was in ecstasy. I was in bliss. I was in paradise.
Then, he stopped. He raised his head and looked at me. He was grinning. He was pleased with himself. He was proud of what he had done.
‘That was amazing’ he said. ‘You are the best fuck I have ever had’.
I just stared at him. I could not believe what had happened. I had just had the best orgasm of my life. I was speechless.
Jean laughed. ‘You are a real beauty’ he said. ‘And you have a very nice pussy. It’s so sweet. It’s so soft and smooth. And it’s so wet. It tastes so good’.
He leaned forward and kissed me. His tongue entered my mouth. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth. He tasted of me. He tasted of my pussy. It was the most erotic kiss I had ever experienced.
He pulled away. He stood up and smiled.
‘Thank you’ he said. ‘That was wonderful. You are wonderful’.
He picked up his clothes and started dressing.
‘I have to go now’ he said. ‘I have a meeting’.
‘Will I see you again?’ I asked.
‘Of course’ he said. ‘Definitely. And I will bring my friends’.
‘Your friends?’ I asked.
‘Yes, my friends’ he said. ‘They will be very happy to meet you. They will want to fuck you. They will want to eat your pussy. They will want to suck your clit. And you will let them. You will do everything they ask you to do. And you will enjoy it. Because you are a slut. You are a whore. You are a fucking bitch. And you love it’.
I stared at him. I did not know what to say.
He smiled.
‘Good night’ he said.
And he was gone.
***

Love & Fornication in Paris

That night, I could not sleep. I kept thinking about what had happened. I was confused. I was shocked. I was disgusted. I was excited.
I could not believe what I had done. I had cheated on my husband. I had let a strange man fuck me. And I had enjoyed it. I had never felt anything like it. It was the most intense sexual experience of my life. But he paid me 150 euro, It was good money for me.

I felt dirty. I felt ashamed. I felt guilty. I felt guilty that I had betrayed my husband. But I also felt alive. I felt excited. I felt free. I felt liberated.
I lay awake all night, thinking about what had happened. How could I have done such a thing? What had possessed me? What was wrong with me?
And yet, deep down, I knew there was nothing wrong with me. I knew I was normal. I knew I was human.
I knew I was a woman.
I knew I had needs.
I knew I had desires.
I knew I had fantasies.
And I knew that, sometimes, those fantasies needed to be fulfilled.
I knew that, sometimes, you have to live a little.
I knew that, sometimes, you have to let go.
And I knew that, sometimes, you have to be brave enough to follow your heart.
I knew that, sometimes, you have to listen to your body.
I knew that, sometimes, you have to listen to your mind.
I knew that, sometimes, you have to open yourself up.
I knew that, sometimes, you have to embrace the unknown.
And I knew that, sometimes, you have to take a chance.
Because, sometimes, the greatest risk is not taking a risk at all.
And, sometimes, the greatest reward is worth the greatest risk.
I knew that, sometimes, you have to step out of your comfort zone.
I knew that, sometimes, you have to take a leap of faith.
I knew that, sometimes, you have to throw caution to the wind.
I knew that, sometimes, you have to break free.
I knew that, sometimes, you have to live in the moment.
I knew that, sometimes, the only way to get what you want is to go after it.
I knew that, sometimes, the only way to get what you want is to let it come to you.
And I knew that, sometimes, the only way to find what you’re looking for is to stop looking for it.
And, sometimes, the greatest pleasure is worth the greatest pain.
And, sometimes, the deepest pleasure is worth the greatest sin.
I knew that, sometimes, happiness is worth the price.
And, sometimes, joy is worth the sacrifice.
I knew that, sometimes, satisfaction is worth the risk.
And, sometimes, gratification is worth the consequence.
And, sometimes, life is worth living.
I knew that, sometimes, freedom is worth the fight.
I knew that, sometimes, fulfilment is worth the struggle.
And, sometimes, contentment is worth the turmoil.
And, sometimes, ecstasy is worth the agony.
I knew that, sometimes, euphoria is worth the torment.
And, sometimes, elation is worth the torment.
And, sometimes, ecstasy is worth the ache.
I knew that, sometimes, satisfaction is worth the craving.
I knew that, sometimes, desire is worth the hunger.
I knew that, sometimes, longing is worth the waiting.
And, sometimes, passion is worth the suffering.
And, sometimes, ecstasy is worth the suffering.
I knew that, sometimes, happiness is worth the sorrow.
I knew that, sometimes, hope is worth the despair.

The next day, jean picked me up, and we went to his friend’s house.

There was four of them. Jean’s friend was an older man, and he was with his son and another young guy. They all looked at me with lust. Jean told me that his friend would give me 300 Euro for the night.
Then the son of Jean’s friend took me into the bedroom. He was about 35 years old, and he was very handsome. He was very confident, and he knew what he was doing.
He told me to strip.
I did as I was told.
He stared at me, and smiled.
He said, “You are beautiful.”
I blushed.
He said, “You are perfect.”
I smiled.
He said, “You are mine.”
I nodded.
He said, “Lie on the bed.”
I lay on the bed.
He climbed on top of me, and kissed me.
His tongue explored my mouth.
His hand caressed my breast.
His fingers pinched my nipple.
His hand moved down to my pussy.
His fingers touched my clit.
I gasped.
He rubbed my clit.
I moaned.
He slid his fingers inside my pussy.
I moaned louder.
He finger fucked me.
I gasped.
He slid his fingers out of my pussy.
He licked his fingers.
He said, “You taste good.”
I smiled.
He kissed me again.
He spread my legs apart.
He knelt between my legs.
He rubbed the head of his cock against my clit.
I gasped.
He teased my pussy with the head of his cock.
I moaned.
He slid his cock inside me.
I moaned louder.
He started fucking me.
I moaned.
He pounded his cock into me.
I moaned.
He grabbed my legs.
He fucked me harder.
I moaned.
He fucked me faster.
I moaned.
He fucked me deeper.
I moaned.
He fucked me harder.
I moaned.
He fucked me faster.
I moaned.
He pounded his cock into me.
I moaned.
His thumb stroked my clit.
I moaned.
He fingered my clit.
I moaned.
He fucked me.
I moaned.
He fucked me harder.
I moaned.
He fucked me faster.
I moaned.
He fingered my clit.
I moaned.

His thumb stroked my clit.
I moaned.
His cock pounded into me.
I moaned.
He fucked me harder.
I moaned.
He was about to cum
He said, “Are you ready?”
I nodded.
He said, “Say it!”
I said, “Cum in me!”
He said, “Louder!”
I said, “Cum in me!”
He said, “Louder!”
I said, “Cum in me!”
He came inside me.
He fucked me harder.
I moaned.
He pulled his cock out of me.
I gasped.
He knelt between my legs.
He sucked his thumb.
He sucked his fingers.
He said, “You taste good.”
I smiled.
He lay next to me.
He kissed me.
I kissed him back.
We cuddled.
The young guy went next, and then the other guy.
Afterwards, I got dressed and left.
***
It was a few days before Christmas. I was alone in my apartment, thinking about what had happened. It was a lot to take in.
I had fucked five men in the space of a month.
I had been paid for sex.
I had been paid a lot of money for sex.
I had enjoyed it.
I had enjoyed it a lot.
I had cheated on my husband.
I had betrayed my husband.
I had done it willingly.

My phone was receiving many calls because Jean shared my number with several friends, who were all seeking sex. I was able to earn a sufficient amount of money, and I organized a wonderful Christmas party for my children.
But, something was different. Something was wrong. I felt guilty.
I felt dirty.
I felt ashamed.
I felt disgusted.
But, I also felt excited.
I felt alive.
I felt free.
I felt liberated.
I felt free.
But, I also felt alone.
I was alone.
I was alone with my thoughts.
I was alone with my feelings.
I was alone with my desires.

Love & Fornication in Paris
The End.

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